party 4 u

by Omnifiasco

Summary:

[Percabeth Chef X Actress AU]

Percy is a renowned chef and owner of a fine dining restaurant, the Trident, located in the heart of New York. Annabeth is a famous actress and model in Hollywood, landing famous luxury brand endorsements.

Or

Percy only threw a party for her.

 

 

When Piper first recommended the newly opened establishment near the heart of Manhattan, she didn’t pay it any mind. Piper’s known to be too impulsive with her purchases, and although both of the girls were well off enough to try anything new, Annabeth’s actually saving up now for a high rise condominium here in New York. 

Although not new to the acting industry, her career had skyrocketed from four of her previous movies featuring some of the highly respected veteran actors in Hollywood. Some of the more well known luxury brands were asking for her endorsement, messaging her managers back and forth and giving a price for her fee. Annabeth’s never been ecstatic receiving her first million on being an ambassador alone for several brands, and although she’s being offered money here and there, there’s always that sense of meticulousness that builds up until she’s wide awake at night searching for any fault that could totally ruin her image. 

Piper had messaged her an hour before, but she’s still busy reading the updates from her team's graphic designer to ensure that every aspect of her poster is respectable down to its last pixel. She didn’t want to come off as bossy sometimes, but it’s rather important to be kind and yet be strict at the same time. When she realized it was nearing two am though, she decided to stop. 

32 new messages, 17 new emails

Piper (12:34 AM): We really should go to trident i’m not even joking it’s what everyone’s been talking these days you need more content on your ig

Piper (12:35 AM): Stop being so stingy dude I WILL PAY I’m not even joking

Piper (12:36 AM): I promise everyone I know tells me it's good Leo vouched for the guy!!

Piper McLean had been in the industry much longer than she ever had, being a star at fifteen and having Tristan McLean as her dad. Annabeth had been casted with her six years ago from one of her very first movies and Piper had adored her enough to want to be friends with her. Of course, Annabeth was ecstatic about it. Having few real friends and thousands of acquaintances is enough to build her acting career, though a little sad to admit. Being friends with her comes with a perk too— she has every bit of connection with just about everybody. Sometimes, too much even. She felt like she knew everyone in the world.

Annabeth (2:17 AM): Okay you pay I’m saving 

Annabeth (2:17 AM): And it should be good or else I’m never trusting you again 

Piper (2:18 AM): I’ve made reservations but Leo said to just message him so I did. He knows the head chef and we could get discounts :P

Piper (2:18 AM): Dress nicely! Today 6 PM or I’ll call your manager at 3 in the morning and cry about how much of a bad friend you are

Annabeth (2:19 AM): Dear god do NOT terrorize Silena she just had a baby

Piper knew that Annabeth frees her time every Sunday, and so she’s well aware of the fact that she’s actually vacant for now. Sue her for saying her schedule and having it used against her. She finally looks at this infamous restaurant in the middle of Manhattan, on 7th Avenue to be exact. It was the perfect place to set up a restaurant— full of bustling people and yet classy and elegant and near the local tourist spots. The restaurant’s name is The Trident which had a nice ring to it, she wasn’t gonna lie, and the ambience of the place just by the pictures alone is exceptional and can be on par with every fine dining restaurant in New York, which she’s been to a few times. Having a 4.9 Star rating on reviews is also not a small feat. 

There was this post that captured her attention the most. One of the first images in Google had led her to a picture of a young chef in front of the restaurant outside. Normally, Annabeth sees model-like beauty and handsome men on set and shoots all the time, but seeing this guy sparks something new. He’s handsome, and his eyes twinkle and he’s pointing at the logo outside the restaurant. He had this essence of ethereal beauty in him—something godly in his facial features, and Annabeth wanted nothing more but to know his name. She tried clicking on the picture and link to see more, but nothing came up. Perhaps he’s working there, as a chef, a waiter, or something . She had to know. 

She didn’t find out just yet, finally succumbing to sleep and nothing else that night. 

The afternoon before the Dine-In, Piper took her shopping. Apparently, the girl had gotten herself in some indie role for a change, representing the Native Americans for this classic piece of Period Movies set in the 1850s. Piper’s the most thrilled of it, as she had so much whitewashing on some of her previous movies, disregarding her ethnicity most of the time. 

“It’s like Pocahontas but she kills John Smith ,” She says in between picking dresses here and there. “Which is a better narrative if you ask me! They should’ve given my girl a gun rather than making her fall in love with colonizers.” 

Annabeth laughs at her comment, thinking that somehow Piper also fell in love with a white blonde boy, but she didn’t say anything. Of course, it’s a different situation, but it’s really ironic anyway. 

“And I get to be Silver Clearwater.” She says. “Did you know Native Americans don’t usually use those names? It’s just the need to evolve because Americans don’t know any language besides English. So those are just translations. Maybe one day I’ll be Sacagawea .” 

Annabeth wanted to say she did in fact know that already, but chose not to say anything once again. Once Piper opens her mouth to speak and rant, there’s the need to listen to it on her part, mostly just laughing at her and the circumstances she puts herself in. 

“You’d be a great Sacagawea, Piper.” Annabeth replies. “Leading the way towards high end luxury stores.” 

“You’re a hater .” 

“You get lost in grocery stores, by the way.” 

“Hater, I tell you.” Piper picks one for her, checking her frame to see if it would fit. Annabeth usually stands out more in red or black or any monotone color, but this kind of blue looks like it could fit her well. She remembers Piper telling her about the party next week for Leo Valdez’s birthday, and she inwardly curses because she just had to be her plus one, Jason being out of town for one of his shoots. 

Leo Valdez is apparently this self made kid she became friends with years ago, now thriving in his culinary career and being well known all across the country. She couldn’t quite remember what show it was, was it Hell’s Kitchen ? that spiraled his career until he became one the few Michelin star holder chefs in America. 

“Apparently this guy…Leo knows him.” Piper says. “Vouched for him and all, and said he’s one of the best out there. I got really curious about his palate, so I booked us a seven-course meal. They say his desserts are like, immaculate.” 

“Maybe you should finish shopping first before trying to make me hungry.” 

Piper only grins at her. 

Once they were outside, she realized just how packed it was in the waiting line. It wasn’t even two months in and it’s already booming with customers. She wonders just how much advertisement is put on this kind of restaurant, but the establishment kind of speaks for itself.

Piper was talking to the guy at the door, pulling out her phone and exchanging a few words. She could see the amount of people who pulled out their phones when they reached the door, muttering to themselves and taking pictures. Annabeth smiled and tried for a little wave. It wasn’t long until Piper’s gesturing her to come inside, which is normal, but Piper’s holding about two dozen bags and looked like she’s trying to stretch instead. That would make a great Paparazzi headline. 

They headed inside.  

She could tell that the ceilings were high and dark, and the chandeliers come with different shapes and sizes, alternating lows and highs, with warm colors in between. The walls were also a bit dark, but the floor to ceiling glass windows makes up for it, letting natural sunlight pass through. It was elegant in more ways than one, and Annabeth likes Architecture— everything about this place is a masterpiece. The tables were white in contrast, with marble tops that must have cost a lot, and she’s beginning to think that this could be her favorite restaurant for the meantime. There was the bar at the side of the restaurant, filled with ceiling high variations of wines and classy liquors. In the middle, there’s the live band performing soft jazz music which she recognized as The Girl from Ipanema . It was the perfect way to start the night to say the least. 

Paintings hung on the wall, which should have removed all the classiness of the restaurant, but it didn’t, and only enhanced the vibrance of the resto. She could see one of the paintings — an acrylic painting of what seemed to be a famous dish of the restaurant, and it’s signed by an artist called Hazel Levesque. 

They were escorted to a fancier table, a little away from every seat in front of the establishment. It’s secluded enough for others not to hear conversations, but nice enough to get the grasp of literally everything. She had to thank Leo and Piper for this experience. She was sure getting a reservation in such a fancy place isn’t at all easy. But then again, Leo Valdez literally is a Michelin Star Chef. 

One of the servers handed them the menu, bringing them a complimentary garlic bread and butter, served in small proportions. They offered some white wine to start the dinner, but Annabeth didn’t want any alcohol in her system tonight. 

“It’s a shame Jason’s out of town.” Piper says, an idea hinted at in her town. “I could take pictures and make him jealous. He’s missing out.” 

“I’m sure they have restaurants like these in New Jersey, Piper.” 

She looks over the Menu— typical classy black font, minimal writing, and the very helpful pictures of dishes with ingredients incorporated with it, along with some few food allergy alerts. What satisfies her the most is how there’s also braille under the names of the dishes, being all for inclusivity. 

There were regular gourmet meals — lobster risotto, ribeyes, crab cakes, steaks in general. What really piqued her interest though, is the ‘seven meal course around the world’, which features dishes in every country. She remembered reading a review about it. Apparently, the Chef made a series of seven meals to be created monthly encompassing different dishes around the world. Last month, it had been Thai, Vietnamese, American, South African, Turkish and some other countries she couldn’t remember. The reviews were exceptional, often saying that somehow he elevated simple and staple culture dishes while not losing its essence. Piper had asked her if she wanted other things apart from the seven course meal, but she shook her head, wanting to eat. 

Even the garlic bread tastes great but she didn’t want to get lost with the soft yet crunchy bread just yet.

The server arrived with their first appetizer — a classy take on Mexican Quesadilla. She half expected it to be served in slices, but there it was, cut into two small semi circles with the heavy sour cream on the bottom. There are green flakes on the sour cream, and the quesadilla itself is brimming with avocados and other important ingredients. There’s something else though, a corn puree, drizzled with one quick diagonal motion, and when she’s all but taken a bite with everything, she almost died and went to heaven.

“What the fuck,” Piper exhales. “Taco bell could never.” 

“I agree.” Annabeth says, taking another bite. “The puree is really good though I thought it would be weird, but it’s sooo good.”

“ God damn they really finessed a quesadilla.” 

She took another bite, as Piper continued to blabber on about how good it is. 

“Man, what cheese did they put here? My mozzarella isn’t mozzarella-ing like this.”

“Now all we need is a coke and it’ll feel like we’re in SoCal.” Annabeth suggested. 

“Fuck yeah.” The girl says. “We should totally go there now.” 

It didn’t take long for the second meal to get through. A Spanakopita, from what Annabeth remembers from her time in Greece. The dish was plated beautifully, alternating the square shaped slices heavily filled with spinach and feta, putting small garnishes in it that astoundingly makes the whole gourmet better. Funny how even Greek afternoon snacks were leveled up to make it feel more homey and yet authentic. Most Spanakopitas in New York didn’t capture that flakiness and softness of an original Phyllo dough, but she can tell the dish is perfected through and through. 

It took just a few minutes for their plates to arrive, servers waiting for both girls to stop chatting while offering them wine and other small indulgences and setting up the plates. There was Avocado y Tuna Tapas, a Spanish dish from what she saw in the presentation. It didn’t take long for them until the next dish came through— A New York Strip with asparagus and chimichurri, which Piper passed and asked for the vegetable selections instead. There were small plates of sashimi and yakitori, a perfected wagyu piece that’s both flavorful and stylish. 

“You know they said the head chef here is really hot,” Piper suddenly suggested. “And he’s apparently a verified chef in instagram, who also models part time. Leo also said the guy placed second in Hell’s Kitchen six years ago when Leo placed first so he’s also apparently a big deal. Travelled the world and all just to perfect his dishes, worked in several Michelin star restaurants too until building his own at just twenty five years old. Pretty impressive, if you think about it.” 

“Hell’s Kitchen… is he like, that youtube content creator you and Leo watched? Nick Digiovanni or something?” Annabeth asks.

“No, no. That dude is from Masterchef .” 

“God, you watch too many cooking shows.” 

“They pair good with good food, okay!” 

It was true, though. Being on set most of the time these days had led her to eating and watching while artists did her make up. She didn’t have the time to think as much about what she’s eating, her ever so helpful manager making sure she gets both protein and vegetables while she’s at it. She was like Silena’s child come to think of it, and the woman’s not even five years older than her. 

It wasn’t long before desserts were being brought to the table. She could see how much effort was put into it— putting chunks of almond puree to the sweet custard tart. Apparently, it’s one of Chinese delicacies, treated as take outs to enjoy at home. It should be illegal to create dishes this good, but then again, the last few dishes should be illegal too.

It came down to the last dessert when Piper brought it up. The french raspberry soufflé was to die for, and Annabeth couldn’t think of a better dish to end the course. The dishes shouldn’t be all tied together, being derived from different cultures, but somehow it all came together just fine. She didn’t even feel the need to not want the succeeding plates just because the flavors are very different, and that was something because Annabeth likes to stick to one cuisine at a time. 

“We should totally meet the guy.” Piper suggested. “I just wanna scream about how good these things were.”

“Must I remind you that everything here isn’t cooked by one guy.” Annabeth rolls her eyes. “There’s gotta be like a whole brigade there.” 

“The head chef, I mean!” She half shouts. “Wait.” 

Annabeth couldn’t help but sigh as Piper calls on the Maitre d’, who eagerly smiles at both of them, asking about how they like the food. Even the Maitre d’ showed exceptional attention to them, and Annabeth can’t help but think about how much she wants to get a hold of her phone to make a five star review on Google. The guy finally agrees with Piper, retreating from their view and heading to the kitchen.

“Frank is so nice.”

“Who?”

“The Maitre d’. Duh ?”

“What did you even tell him? You’re not blackmailing him, are you?” Annabeth smiles. 

“Oh, please .” Piper tosses a piece of her tissue paper. “I just do that sometimes.” 

Before Annabeth could say anything though, she heard the sound of opening doors, and for a minute there she had to hold her breath. 

Annabeth’s seen lots of guys before. She’s been featured in many shoots that pairs her with a lot of guys here and there, and being an actress, it’s totally normal to have everyone matching her with anyone she’s interacted with. She doesn’t have much experience in the dating field, often ending things because it conflicts with her career most of the time. The men she dated couldn’t understand how important her job is for her, making them feel very inferior and insecure. It’s just the way things go and she’s totally okay with it. 

The men she dated also didn’t look like a god. 

The guy walking towards her, she realizes, is the same one she had seen a picture of when looking at the reviews. He’s tall, handsome in a way that makes him look like a god, with the perfect tan and a more perfect eyes. Even his eyebrows were attractive, and up close she could see the veins in his arm from working in the kitchen for so long. The chef jacket did him so well as it fit perfectly on him, hugging his body and showing how lean and toned he is. It didn’t help her that the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, which Annabeth decided is one of her turn ons from now on. 

Nevermind the restaurant, he’s the full course meal. 

“Good evening.” He smiles. You’d think someone so flawless would have some cons, but even his voice is perfect. 

“I’m Percy Jackson, the head chef and owner. Pleasure to have you both, Ms. McLean and Miss Chase. How are you liking things so far?” 

She had to stop herself from openly gawking and think of the meals before her, cursing herself a little because her brain short circuited for a while. 

“Oh my god, it’s delicious .” Piper says. At least Piper looks normal. “I like what you did with the succotash and three sisters, usually it’s regarded as side dishes but you guys really pulled it through. I’m glad there’s also Native American presentations on your vegetable selections.” 

“Thank you. And I agree, those dishes can stand alone if you put them in the spotlight, it just needs a little layering and they’d be amazing.” Percy smiles. “I’m happy we get to deliver a good meal to you guys.” 

“Leo said you made reservations for us, and I’m really thankful. This restaurant deserves a Michelin, I swear.” 

Percy laughs. “Given how it’s only been two months, we aren’t expecting it just yet. Michelin stars are all about consistency.”

Annabeth likes looking at him, but she didn’t want to overtly stare and look like a creep, so she decided to look at the dish selections once more and think of the many comments she can give without being a stuttering mess. So sue her, she guesses, she’s never had a crush like this before. She liked some men, sure, but not in this sort of panic attack induced kind of way just because the guy’s oozing with natural charisma and charming smiles. 

“I quite like what you did with the Spanakopita.” Annabeth comments, making his head turn as he looks at her. His eyes are a good shade of green with a little bit blue on them, which she didn’t know is possible to have. “You don’t get many Phyllo dough around here that’s as fresh as that.”

Percy had moved closer to her, inching a bit forward and nodding while she spoke. “Have you been to Greece, Annabeth?”

Her name sounded so nice when he said it. She’s aware that more and more people are recognizing her as the time goes by, but sometimes it still makes her a little bit ecstatic and just a touch nervous. 

“Yeah, I lived there for most of my childhood.” She looked at him, but his eyes were intently on hers. She tries holding his gaze, but finds out she couldn’t, looking at anything but his face instead. Usually, she could talk to men as if she were superior to them (she is). Her media training had granted her undeniable skills for interviews and answering certain issues, even when having to deal with annoying men who questioned her with the underlying misogynistic remarks. 

“So you’ve been to the Parthenon, I take it?”

“Yes.”

Percy smiles as she tries to hold his gaze once more. “They serve the best food at Dionysiou Areopagitou , just close to the Parthenon. They say, if you wanna really get the authentic feel of the foods, you should try cheap local stores instead.”

“That is true.” Annabeth couldn’t deny it. Not many restaurants offer Percy’s creative thinking while still upholding its culture. Some of the greek restaurants she’s been to here in New York didn’t really get the feel of Greece in it. Oftentimes, they just put yogurt in anything and call it a day.  

Before she could say anything, Piper was on a roll once more. “Are you also going to Leo’s birthday next week?” 

From here, she could see the way Percy smiles and the way his hair’s perfectly tousled in all the right places. Not quite neat looking, but not disheveled to the point that it's obnoxious either. His arms were really doing her a solid, leaving some great imagination in her mind. The only thing vaguely uncollected of him is how his hand was slightly shaking. Minuscule enough for most of the people to not see. 

“Definitely. I’d be cooking for him. The guy pretty much invited the whole of Manhattan.” 

Piper snorts. “ That I can agree with. That guy is pretty much the definition of extrovertion.” 

She remembers Piper telling her how he’s second only to Leo when it comes to cooking. She had tasted Leo’s dish before, and it was really really good, but she personally thinks Percy just had this sense of style that is just so Percy .

“How long have you known, Leo?” Annabeth asks. “Did you know him before Hell’s Kitchen?” 

She can see that the question surprised him, a small blush creeping on his face. She didn’t know why, but it’s cute and Annabeth thinks he looks adorable when a little bit flustered.

“No, I’ve only met him then.” He says. “You watch Hell’s Kitchen, Annabeth?”

“No, but Piper does.” She says. “Or did. Maybe I’ll watch it.”

For a minute there, Percy looked a little relieved.

“You guys were in season 17. Best season, by the way. You and Leo are such a good team, and the fact that you two placed first and second against head chefs? How old were you at that time?” Piper asks. 

Percy was looking at Annabeth. At least one of them’s good at making eye contact. And it had to be the one who never took acting lessons. “I was nineteen, I think. Pretty much a rookie, but I’ve been cooking since I know how to walk. Leo’s really good, but he has more of this elegant rustic vibe that he incorporates with his dish almost all the time. I’d like to stick more to the cultural side.” 

She didn’t even realize she’s holding her breath. 

“By the way, I’m sure I’m holding you guys up.” Percy looks at both of them. “I’d like you to have complimentary take outs baked by yours truly, and a glass of any wine of sorts you’d like. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Can we all take a picture? I wanna show it to Jason, he’s been begging me to go since this opened and I wanna shove it in his face.” 

They all laughed. They ended up taking one good picture, and Annabeth had to stop herself from really smiling when Percy moved just a little bit closer to her. Before they could go, taking their boxed take outs with what she thinks are even more desserts, Percy strides to her side and speaks, not quite a whisper but low enough so that only she could hear it. 

“If you like, Miss Chase, I could cook you some of your favorite Greek foods, totally free of charge. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. We could dine together sometimes.” 

Before she could even say anything, he walked away with a wink. 

What the hell? Was he flirting ? 

When they reached Piper’s car at that time, all havoc broke loose. 

“What the fuck was that?” Piper nearly shouts, putting all the bags at the backseat of the sedan, not caring if it’s unruly. Contrary to her personality, Piper’s very well known to be such an easy going, mess making, type B kind of person which sometimes gets her in very serious and annoying circumstances. 

“What?” Annabeth pretended not to know what she’s talking about. 

“Why are you guys eye fucking at the table?!”

Annabeth nearly lost it.

“We are not eye fucking on the table!”

“Right in front of my salad?!”

“Are you seriously quoting me memes , right now?” 

Piper shrugs. “He’s so into you. It hurts. Oh god, it hurts. You should have like, gotten his number or something. I mean, I could get it for you, so you could finally date, you know ? Why were you not making any move, oh my god ? Think of all the free dine-ins we could get!”

Piper’s back to her blabbering mess, dodging cars as she drives and being pissed by just how crowded New York is. Annabeth gets hit on by a lot of guys, that’s true, but Percy’s just…she couldn’t really quite understand him just yet, but she likes what she sees and she gets what she wants, anyway. 

“I am not dating a guy for free food.” She rolled her eyes, but Piper was smiling at her and nudging her. 

And so what if she has a little crush? That’s just it. What could go wrong, anyway? 

She ended up following Percy Jackson on instagram. 

And maybe even looking at his posts. And maybe watching lots of his clips and interviews. And maybe blushing slightly when she realized that he’s already following her. And even blushing more when she realized that he doesn’t follow a lot of women, and when he does it’s either related to cooking and some of the well known pop artists and actors. 

It’s not that hard to know his achievements as well, as most of his posts on social media had been from years ago, now barely being active at all. He also had his own wikipedia page, which was still very helpful for her. 

Apparently, he’s born in Greece like she was. He’d been cooking since he’s five years old and even got featured in a local kids' cooking competition. His dad is a well known Shipping tycoon with millions in net worth, and he’s been trained in culinary up until he was eighteen. His favorite thing to do, it says there, was cooking and baking food with his mom. 

She looks at the take out box with the blueberry cheesecake, and she nearly moans when she realizes how good it is. There were also blue macarons, which tasted just how good as it looked baked and perfected without so much a single flaw in it.

He’s also a model, apparently. 

What else can this man do? She thinks as she looks for the many pictures while she succumbs to the delicacies in her plate. 

He had modeled with some well known though not luxurious brands, being featured on articles as the next hot shot Michelin star holder Chef. At 19, he had his big break in Hell’s Kitchen being second only to Leo, at 20 he starred at The Final Plate against Michelin Star Holders, teaming up with a more well known older chef and mentor, winning the season, and then starring in even more reality cooking TV shows. He decided to travel around the world at 21 to get the feel of all great authentic cuisines while modeling. He came back to US at 23, working at this high end sky restaurant in the heart of New York, earning a Michelin star, and then deciding to quit at 25, making his very own restaurant— The Trident , which earned a global praise and it’s been the talk of the town ever since it started.

It was a very impressive feat.

That wasn’t even it. 

Everyone somehow likes him. Too much , even. 

There was a time where he’d been the Social Media’s Golden Boy of the Month. It had only been a few months ago, but some tiktok edit of him accumulated hundreds if not millions of likes. He had somehow starred in this not-so-known movie about cooking for only a few scenes, and stole the hearts of the people. He wasn’t even shirtless at the scenes, but they had loved the fitted shirt and jogging pants, apparently. Edits of him in reality tv shows were also circulating online. She had to hold back laughing and being smitten and having second hand embarrassment as she scrolled over the comment section, knowing she’d have a good laugh about it.

@perseusfangirl : (cue gordon’s voice) it’s fucking RAW, next question

@anidiotsandwich : NOOO not my fine shyt being on Tiktok

@rodrigostans : not his waitress but I’d take his TIP

@awesomeness6464 : until my dentist knows it’s him 

@swifties4himbos : I have NOTHING appropriate to say

@freakyfriDAYs: standing OVULATION or whatever they say

@supershit : you’re so hot please don’t go bald

She had to bite back from laughing too hard and accidentally coughing up her macarons. As an actress herself, comments like these barely make her flinch having to put up with so so many of them everyday, mostly from men and women on social media platforms. She had to remember to take all of it lightly, and not give in to hating men that make comments about her body. So far, she hadn’t seen anything that really triggers her, which is good, but sadly sometimes some of them were downright insane. 

Seeing Percy get hit on by lots of people, thousands, make her go slightly annoyed by the fact that she had more competition than she thought she would. 

But that’s totally okay, because she’s Annabeth Chase. 

And she gets what she wants.

The party starts at 7 PM, which is a good thing since she knows Piper will surely be at least five minutes late. She’d come from the set, filming another movie that will premiere next year. Silena had arranged for her to be escorted ASAP albeit being occupied with her baby at home, and she appreciated it so much just because she’s almost late because of the slow traffic. Annabeth was never late in these kinds of events, no matter what. 

It was as true as what Percy said— even the guy’s way of decorating the place reflects his personality: rustic, elegant, wild, and an ode to Mexican culture. There were wooden seats and fancy tables in red cloth, glasses and reserved seats with their name in it. It had this big wooden bar with low lighting and intricate assortments of mojitos, whiskeys, and cocktails. She could see the dancefloor brimming with unlit lights of different colors, probably for some of the younger people like her after the formal dining. 

Piper arrived a little late, forcing her to interact with many people she doesn’t know about. Some of them are apparently chefs, colleagues, friends, and mentors. She had greeted Leo himself, thanking him for inviting them and giving a small gift, chatting for a few minutes before more people greeted him.  Annabeth felt out of place for a bit, everyone knowing and talking to her casually, while she had to ask for their names. It’s somehow embarrassing being known if she thinks of it, but it’s better to casually talk to her than to be really loud and overly excited on events like these just to give some respect to the life of the party. 

When Piper did arrive, the dinner’s almost started. 

She can see tons of servers carrying big trays to each table. There were varieties of food and appetizers, all with the influence of Mexican and southern cuisine. Annabeth was thrilled looking at the pretty foods of different selections, and she took the time as well to see the reactions of people, some taking off their phones and gathering pictures. 

She finally sees Leo emerging from the backdoor, earning him some wooh’s and woah’s as he laughs and high fives some of his friends. There were food at the end, a long table filled with an even fancier buffet with meals, delicacies, and the likes. 

But that’s not the one that interests her. 

Percy Jackson’s casually holding one of the boxes as if it was nothing and talking to some of the servers, probably telling them what to do. She can see the Friars logo, a small local marketplace near that she recognizes. He was checking the food here and tasting another, apparently satisfied with it. He walked up to the birthday boy and had some sort of silent conversation until he headed once more inside. 

He looks amazing. She realized that it’s not only when he’s in the kitchen that he rolls up his sleeves up to his elbow. Now he’s wearing some dress shirt and slacks that looked really good on him, and she’s lying if she says it didn’t make her blush. It didn’t take him long to get inside the kitchen once more, leaving Annabeth a little sad not to see his presence. 

It’s not even twenty minutes in and Leo Valdez is talking in front again with the microphone. They had some of those toasts and games and whatever shenanigans his friends wanted him to do. Some of the older adults were talking and enjoying themselves over some fancy wine and charcuteries, and Annabeth and Piper found themselves talking to some younger people. 

She wanted to get out and talk to Percy. Maybe have a few conversations although he’s clearly busy in the kitchen. Maybe she could barge in and demand for that Greek entreé that he promised her. 

“And Leo is such a good friend in high school. Can you believe this guy fed me tacos for the whole year?” Some guy was talking on the mic. “So, I’m giving my toast to Leo, who probably gave me cholesterol problems, but he’s a great guy and an even greater cook!”

There were other people giving more heartfelt speeches along with Piper, and it was already late when they called out Percy from the kitchen. 

They literally had to drag him and chant his name, making him laugh as he got on the platform. Annabeth’s heart did a little somersault. 

“Okay so,” He grins. “I’ve known this guy for a long time now being with the blue team.”

There were chants about the blue team, and an equal obnoxious one screaming red. 

“And he’s like my brother from another mother, except what he lacked in height,” He was saying, and they all laughed. “He exceeded in raw talent and determination. So here’s to Leo, our tofu taco expert!”

Annabeth was grinning while noticing how laid back he was when he’s out of his element, as if he’s just some guy who probably drank one or two glasses of mimosa and decided to party all night. It wasn’t long until they were all dancing and chattering to themselves while the older mentors talked to the birthday boy and had a little good chat as well. 

She sees Percy at the buffet table, picking out food he likes and probably eating for the first time that night. She didn’t want to be so straightforward, but her feet had already dragged her halfway through him, and he’s for sure noticed it already. 

He was looking at her. 

“Annabeth,” He smiles. 

“Hi, Percy.”

She didn’t know why she’s there. Frankly, all conversation starters were lost in her, and she’s an actress for Christ’s sake. This should be her element. 

“Enjoying so far?” He asks. 

She took one of the plates, trying to make it seem like she’s getting some of the desserts. 

“You like asking that question.” She notices. “Do you feel like you’re in your resto all the time?”

Percy chuckles, taking one of the pudding from the tray. “Yeah, but given that I cooked half the meal here, I’m allowed to ask if it’s delicious.” 

He pauses, and then continues. “Is it?”

Annabeth wanted to memorize the way his face creases for a bit when he’s worried. The way he presented himself last week is somehow close to perfection— perfect stride, perfect knowledge of his dishes, perfect conversational skills. She wanted to see just how human he is, compared to a god she saw in his kitchen. 

“Hmm.” She merely says, provoking.

“What does that mean?” And she was right, his cooking is something that he’s very sensitive about. 

“It’s delicious, Percy.” 

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow. “I thought you hesitated.”

She laughs lightly, taking one of the few chocolate covered strawberries and noting just how sweet it is. She half expected it to be really sour, but the ripeness was just right and flawless. 

“It must put pressure on you cooking all these knowing that you’ll be dining with your fellow chefs.” 

Percy laughs, biting his lip and looking at her. And like usual, whenever she sees him, somehow she forgets to breathe completely. 

“I must admit it’s my first time being a pressure cooker, but I’m getting by.” 

Annabeth had to roll her eyes. “ Oh my god .” 

Percy laughs.

“You’re a pun guy.”

Although she wanted to strangle him for that, she must admit it’s a little endearing no matter how kind of lame it is. His eyes twinkle in a way that makes her want to look at it all night. His shirt shows the definition of his muscles, and it’s a weird but intriguing sort of personality— lean guys with a cute sense of humor. She decided that’s definitely her type for the night. 

“I wanna say something even more, but I don’t wanna overdo it.” Percy says. 

“Don’t.” She says. “Or else I’m jumping off this building.”

Percy laughs even more, and she couldn’t help but smile too. Even his laugh is intoxicating, making her want to make him smile the whole time. She wanted to curse herself, she knows she’s stronger than this, finding a grown ass man adorable and having to be so smitten by him. The comments were right, she thinks, as he moved his arms here and now looking at her and eating his pastry— Annabeth also had nothing appropriate to say. 

Well, two can play that game. She could be charming if she wants to, and now it’s the perfect time. 

“Here, try this.” Percy grabbed a forkful of chocolate graham, handing it to Annabeth. She had lots of desserts on her plate and not enough hands. Annabeth had another idea. 

“Come closer.” She says, as Percy did. “Bring it to my mouth.” 

“Uh, spoonfeed you?” 

She can see the blush creeping on his face, and realize she likes making him blush. When he’s all but put the pastry in her mouth, she takes one bite while looking at him, noting his surprised expression.

“It’s delicious .” She says. “Did you make it?”

“Uh, yeah. I had this inspiration when I bought some Leclerc milk chocolate cookies before and elevated it.” He says without looking at her, getting some custard pastry puffs from the table. 

He clears his throat. “I’ve noticed you followed me on instagram.” 

That was good. She wasn’t the only one paying attention. Although she had to admit he had to post more, because it’s been few months of him being inactive. Posting means getting some few good endorsements that could help him some other time, but then again, the edits in those damned tiktoks are enough to make him known. 

“Yeah,” Annabeth says. “Why not? You’re a great chef.” 

“So did you watch it?”

“Hmm?”

“My season in HK?” 

Annabeth watched some of it, just past episode three when they were having this failed challenge and Leo goes dumpster diving. She wasn’t even halfway yet, only ever having the time to watch ten minutes while she’s away and on set. Although for the most part, Percy had been very promising indeed—not missing any points yet in challenges, creating a dish that’s highly regarded by guest chefs themselves.  The most adorable part is Percy himself— his hair a bit longer then, muscles a little less toned, with that teenage youth and that silly demeanor. She had to say, he was aging better and even more handsome at 25. 

“A bit.” She smiles. “Why? You want me to watch it?” 

Percy was quick to answer, a little bit embarrassed, although she didn’t get why. “No, no. Don’t . You don’t have to. I was just…asking.”

“Why?” 

Percy didn’t answer. Clearly he didn’t want her to watch the series, making her eager to watch it even more. He looks down from where they’re at the balcony, watching the busy street of New York come to life. It was nice to finally be away from the crowd for a while, being with him and casually talking as if they’d known each other for years. 

“Why acting?” Percy suddenly asks.

Annabeth thought of it for a while. Why was she acting? Her usual answer would be money, of course. Money’s really just one reason for it, having to grow up without a stable financial support system. But then again, she wanted more. All her life, her parents treated her as someone equal to them, as if she was mature enough to handle the burden with. They’d mistaken her as some sort of heartless robot who could do no wrong. Acting had been her release for a long time. 

“Because I wanna feel like I’m on top of the world, I guess.” She quietly whispers. “To show people that I also have this talent instead of just a pretty face.” 

Percy turns to look at her. “What’s wrong with a pretty face?” 

“Nothing.” She says. “It’s the people’s perception that needs to be corrected that’s wrong.”

Percy hums, leaning on the rail with his elbows, still looking at her. “You have both talent and a pretty face, Annabeth.”

Usually, men flattering her wouldn’t give her an ounce of reaction. It usually goes the other way, being so repulsed sometimes and realizing she just doesn’t care about their opinion, especially on her body. People tend to sexualize a lot in Hollywood, she knows, and somehow that makes her react that way. After all, she didn’t design herself for men to sexualize her.

Percy’s genuine smile had made her feel so different. So pure and so…endeared. The way he looks at her makes her feel like she’s an even more interesting person outside the world of Hollywood. He had this sort of presence that makes her feel so… her . As if she could just be her.

“Thanks,” She mutters. 

It wasn’t even ten seconds in yet Percy continued talking. 

“ Women, they have minds, and they have souls as well as just hearts .” He quotes, smiling and looking at her. Annabeth rolls her eyes. 

“ And they’ve got talent as well as just beauty .” He continues, still looking at her. Annabeth was laughing at him.

He pouts. “What?”

“Did you really just quote me ?” She asks, because it’s not everyday she meets someone who watched that movie. It felt like such a long time ago when she’s portraying the character, but she very much enjoyed it being her first period piece and all. It was to say one of her most important films up to date.

He frowns. “I was quoting Jo March .” 

“Oh god, you watched it?”

Percy smiles. “Starring Miss Annabeth Chase? I did. I watched it in theater, by the way. I also read it.” 

“So you’re a dork?” She asks. 

“Hey, my mom loved that book! I don’t actually read much. I’m more of a… film enthusiast if you wanna call it that way.” Percy suggests. 

He was smiling at her, and she wanted nothing but to feel his lips against her. Having this conversation with him had been more thrilling than most of the premieres she had to attend. Somehow she wished for a longer night with him, because they’re in their own world, and every banter with him excites her.  

“So how was my acting?” 

“Amazing.” Percy thought about it for a while, and she could see him grinning while looking at her. “Almost fell to my knees at the grass scene. ‘It’s no use, Jo! We Gotta have it out I have loved you ever since I’ve known you, Jo…and I tried to show you and—”

Percy delivered the lines with so much energy and accuracy. Annabeth couldn’t help but to laugh. 

“You didn’t even let me finish.” He frowns, but there’s that twinkle that’s visible in his eyes. “I have that dialogue memorized by heart!” 

“You’re a dork, Percy.” 

For a time, she didn’t even realize how late it had been since she started talking to him. She had to glance behind to see a lesser crowd, still partying, with Piper dancing with Leo in a way like they’re trying to make their own type of breakdancing. Percy looks at where she’s looking, and they share a knowing stare as they smile at each other. 

“Why cooking?” It was her turn to ask.

Percy had this look on him, she notices. It’s like when her dad starts talking about his world war II sopwith camels and other machinery. His eyes glaze over, as if he’s very far away from her. She didn’t know if that was the right thing to ask, but then again, she wanted to know him , not the idea of him from the people on the internet. 

“Well, I’ve always been a natural. It’s just something I’m born with.” Percy winks.

“Apparently, humility is not something you’re born with.” She suggests. Percy only grins at her, and it’s enough to pull on her heartstrings. 

“My dad and I used to fish in Karystos.” He starts. “Some city in Greece. We cooked big fishes and threw the small ones back to the sea, and I get to clip the lobster tails with baby eggs on them to make sure no one gets them.”

“That sounds like an amazing childhood.” 

“It is.” There’s this hint of sadness in Percy’s eyes when he spoke about it. “My mom’s in New York now so I live near her while my dad stays in Greece because he’s got the shipping business there. They divorced when I was really young.”

Annabeth sympathized with him, having to move back again and again flying across the country just because both parents were sick of her before. She only looked at him, and he was looking back, and someone they had this sort of mutual understanding.

“My expertise was mostly seafood before, and then I moved here and it kinda had that American influence, and my mom taught me how to bake.” 

She looks at the pastries on the table, impressed by just how good he is at baking as he is in cooking. Cooks usually didn’t enjoy baking, as it requires much more precision and hand work. 

“Is that why your take outs were blueberries and macarons?”

Percy half smiles, looking in front instead of looking at her. “The blueberry cheesecake was just for you. We only really give macarons.” 

Annabeth’s heart nearly melted. That kinda explains how Piper’s only review about it was how good the macarons were and nothing more. She didn’t know Percy’s intentions, and why he had asked her to dine with last week. She wonders if that’s what he does with actors and actresses coming to his establishment. After all, it could be a very good endorsement. Either way, it still wouldn’t explain why he didn’t give one to Piper— the girl being known more in entertainment than her. 

She doesn’t need to let her guard down just yet.

“Well, I feel very special.” 

“You should.”

Before she could blush and suffer spontaneous combustion all at once, she distracted herself from some of the lingering questions at the back of her head since knowing the restaurant. 

“Why the Trident ?”  

Percy smiles at her—one of those soft, genuine smiles that makes him look adorable. All thoughts of him being hot have been flung out the window, being replaced with Annabeth wanting to curl him in a blanket and maybe take care of him if he wanted to. 

“I have two brothers.” Percy said. “My dad really loves anything sea related and he agrees to fund twenty percent of the restaurant and give some extra for me, but he wanted it to symbolize us three. Three sharp edges for the three brothers— Percy, Tyson, and Triton. Though really, they’re all my half brothers. I love them both though.”  He stops. “Well, mostly Tyson.”

She chuckles. “That’s a nice backstory for it.”  

He grins. “Although it’s a good thing he didn’t have another son because then we’ll be the Fork, which doesn’t really have a nice ring to it.” 

Annabeth wanted nothing but to roll her eyes at him and tell him to shut up, but the way he raises an eyebrow, smiling, was just something that made him more endearing although equally annoying in her eyes.

“Oh my god.” Annabeth sighs. “You’re really a dork.”

He smiles. “Adorable one, I hope?” 

Before she lost the remaining courage she had, she asked. “Is that your way of flirting?” 

Percy considers, looking at her with the same twinkle in his eyes. She thinks she doesn't need to see the stars for now. She could just as easily get lost within those eyes. 

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.” 

Before he could respond, Piper was calling her, obviously a little bit drunk and incoherent. She had motioned to her that her assistant she had called while drunk’s already there to come and pick them up. She could see the aftermath of the party— decorations on the floor, tons of plates being stacked by the servers, people chattering and getting some take outs and saying thanks to Leo while they’re at it. 

“I guess that’s my cue.” She smiles. “See you?”

“See you, Annabeth.” 

She messaged him after that. 

So sue her if she’s really making the first move, and didn't want to miss the chance of having to talk to him once more. She wasn’t really expecting anything out of that conversation, just wanting to tell him she had a great time and he should drive safely or something. 

He messaged her back. Annabeth’s heart was doing somersaults once more. He had talked about the party being such a mess, but being worth it nonetheless. She talked about how she literally had to drag Piper into the car being so awfully drunk that she’d probably make it on the headline if Annabeth didn’t cover her face once they were at the lobby. 

And it goes on naturally after that. She didn’t know why he sent a picture of his work and a plate after that day, but she was every bit grateful for it. Talking to Percy had been both calculating and fun because of the endless banters that somehow make her heart swell for a bit. There were the slight flirting, of course, but she would be lying if she said it’s not working on her.

She dated other guys before— mostly non showbizz guys who kept asking her what she was doing every five minutes of the day. It didn’t really work out most of the time as she felt like they were wanting more of her and she didn’t like them wanting more . Casual, yes, she can make time, but whenever they wanted too much, or whenever they kept bothering her and bombarding her with unnecessary messages, fighting with her because she’s putting her career first, she wanted to get away. Especially whenever they were being overprotective and unreasonable with the constant demands. It had felt like they wanted Annabeth Chase, the actress, and not her . 

She wanted Percy to make demands. It was weird how she wanted him to ask her what she was doing and tell her every irrelevant work details. Percy’s just like her— caught up in his career as well, not so chronically online and updates her from time to time. They would talk for around ten minutes and then she’s being called by her manager and team to prepare, and they wouldn’t talk for more than two hours and just have another chance to talk for a few minutes again until he had to cook once more.

Annabeth never waits for messages unless they’re about her career. She can wait for emails telling her she had been accepted about certain roles and she can wait for messages from Silena updating her about certain issues. She doesn’t even wait for messages from her fellow actress and actors.

Annabeth never waits for messages from a guy. 

And now. 

And now, she didn’t know why she’s been waiting for his update for this day. It hasn’t even been two weeks since they started talking and she’s already very fond of the guy. 

She had to do some shoot now with one of the more well known actors her age, Will Solace, and they apparently need to take candid pictures with the outfit in some golf field just outside Manhattan. It’s not everyday you get a deal with Yves Saint Laurent, and it’s not everyday you get to wear a hundred thousand dollars worth of dress and jewelry alone. She’s once again grateful to Silena for landing her this brand. 

Will was every bit helpful suggesting different ideas for their shots together, and it didn’t take them four hours to finish the shoot, which means more time for herself for the day. So there she was, driving herself to her home at 3 pm. Some misconceptions about being an actress is having someone to drive you all the time, and although she’s kinda a prominent figure in Hollywood now, Annabeth likes to do some of her stuff alone. 

There were no messages from Percy just yet, which kinda bummed her out, seeing as it’s been roughly three hours. Before she could try to sleep in her bed though, Piper messaged her. 

Sacagawea (4:32 pm) : CAN I CALL URGENT  

Annabeth (4:35 pm) : How urgent?

Piper was calling her. 

“Did you pay for us in the Trident?” She asked. 

“No?” Annabeth says, flopping on her bed and taking in the comfort as she adjusted herself. “I thought you were paying?”

“That’s weird,” She can hear the sound of voices, probably from a set or a gathering. “I got my credit card statement today and apparently, they didn’t bill us anything. It’s even weirder because I can literally remember handing my card to Frank.”  

“Maybe you should double check it.” Annabeth mutters, her eyes already closing. Driving from the outskirts of Manhattan somehow managed to sneak through and make her feel tired all over. “Maybe it’s in your other card.”

“No, no.” Piper says. “I checked that too.” 

“So we really just had a seven course meal from a five star restaurant and didn’t pay?” 

“ Oh no ,” Piper laughs. “What if they put us in the news? ‘Celebrity Stars get away with not paying a fine dining restaurant, Police reports ’”

Annabeth wanted to laugh. Leave it to Piper for being so overly dramatic about it. It was a good thing she had contact with Percy, reminding her that she could pay for them for the dinner. Annabeth didn’t want Piper knowing just yet that she’s been, well, talking to Percy for almost two weeks now, so she had to be discreet about it.

“Don’t worry about it.” She says. “Maybe they forgot.”

“Oh god, I feel guilty.” Piper sighs. “Anyway, me and Jason are going to dine there again tomorrow. I hope they don’t make me wash the dishes. ” 

“Oh, glad he’s finally back.” 

“Yeah, well.” Piper pauses. “How are you and Percy, by the way? Saw you guys talking in the party, just didn’t wanna interrupt. Leo made me chug some serious shit.”

Before Annabeth could respond, she gets cut off by a voice she’s familiar with, realizing that Leo Valdez is also with her. Annabeth couldn’t help but smile, realizing that Piper’s probably with Leo in his workplace, bothering the guy. 

“Hey, you volunteered!”

“It was your idea, still!”

“I wasn’t even gonna have liquor and party so technically it’s not my idea!” The guy was shouting back.

“Oh my god, shut up!” Piper says in the background. “It’s your party, so it’s still your fault. Seriously, who even puts 70 percent alcohol in their liquor?! That’s like Isopropyl!”

“Well, Percy almost paid for the whole thing so technically it’s his fault!” 

“Why are you bringing Percy into this?!”

She wanted to laugh at just how much both of them banter like siblings. She’s not as close with Leo as she is with Piper, but sometimes when their schedules aligned, she had chances to hang out with them and experience their first-hand sibling dynamic. Apparently, they’re one of the few lucky people that knew each other since they were kids, both being in this academy in the middle of nowhere for well, delinquent children. Somehow both of them managed to be celebrities in their own field.

“Percy paid for the whole thing?” Annabeth asked. Apparently, she’s also on speaker mode, since it was Leo who replied to her. 

“Hi Annabeth,” he says. “And yes, he did. Mostly . I paid for my presence. He just told me to invite literally everyone I know.” 

So the guy’s rich. I mean, he’s rich enough to have a classy restaurant so it didn’t really faze her. But rich enough to pay for his friend’s party like that? It shouldn’t even surprise her, as he had told her his dad owns a major shipping business in Greece. Maybe unlike Annabeth, he grew up rich. 

It didn’t take them long to end the conversation, Annabeth excusing herself and not letting Piper know that she and Percy have contact. It worked though, as the girl’s distracted by literally anything she wanted to talk about. She wanted to talk about it to Percy, how they apparently forgot to pay, but then she’s drifting to sleep and forgetting all about it when she wakes up.

A few days after that, she decided to walk through Friars . 

It’s this local marketplace in a small urban park where they sell good produce for really cheap prices. Stalls line up here and there selling fruits, vegetables, and grocery items. Percy had mentioned it to her, saying that it’s a good place to buy your groceries. She didn’t know why she’s suddenly buying it here, since it’s a few blocks away from where she usually gets her produce. The guy had more influence on her than she thought, because embarrassingly enough, she knew he bought his groceries every Sunday morning. Maybe somehow Annabeth wished she had the chance to see him there, because Percy had every chance to ask her out, but he didn’t just yet and it’s making her frustrated. A bit. 

She had to wear a cap while walking there, as some of the people decided to greet her when she was walking outside. She really didn’t hate talking to people and giving them her autograph, didn’t hate the way more and more people can recognize her, but there’s this scary feeling of them finding out where she lives and giving her potential stalkers. Add the fact that she’d be giving Silena a heart attack if she does some shit that can be captured by the paparazzis. 

She’s not at the top just yet, being classified as a B list actress yet getting more and more endorsements and projects. People were taking her more seriously and she wouldn’t want anything to get in the way of it.

“What are you doing here?” 

A voice from behind had asked her. It was low enough that only she could hear it, but apparently not low enough to make her not turn her head in the direction. 

“Uhm,” Annabeth says. “Supporting locals.” 

Percy smiles, looking at her shopping bag. 

As usual, Percy looks…well, handsome . He’s wearing a white shirt now and some comfortable jeans, as if he was just some normal guy and not a model and a restaurant owner. Annabeth wished she could’ve dressed up more than a classic rock band shirt and shorts, but she did her make up and actually styled her hair, which was beyond normal for her when she’s randomly going out. She had to stop her heart from beating out of her chest when he got closer, picking some of the lemons near her.

“Yeah,” he says. “They really have the best produce.” 

Annabeth didn’t mean to look, but he looks so nice and smells even nicer, his perfume she recognized as something sort of an oceanic scent. 

“Are you following me, Chase?” He raises an eyebrow, a hint of smile escaping his lips. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You could just ask for my number, you know?” He didn’t try to break eye contact. “I’m sure I won’t mind.” 

Annabeth wanted to roll her eyes again. Maybe even kiss him after. She didn’t know why being with Percy makes her nervous— even live interviews didn’t make her as nervous as this. 

“I already have your instagram.” 

“Can’t say your manager will have fun looking at you flirting.” Percy smiles, getting another lemon and paying the lady upfront. 

“Who says I was flirting?”

She, in fact, was flirting. Although more subtle than he does, she’d sometimes leave messages that she thinks would leave him hanging and enjoying more. Even those messages make her want to walk the whole New York in anticipation and admitting it to him in person would be the death of her. 

“You could try.” He winks. 

She had unknowingly started walking beside him, picking some random vegetables and paying. 

“You’re very confident with yourself.” She says.

“Should I not be?”

Before she can say anything, Percy looks at the items in her hand, looking more surprised than she was. 

“What are you even cooking?” 

Annabeth also didn’t know. It was a weird variety come to think of it, looking at the potatoes, sweet potatoes, yam, and bellpepper. She didn’t even need any of these as she liked more of the leafy green ones, but she guessed it won’t hurt to still have some of these stocks in her fridge. 

Percy was grinning at her. “What the hell are you even cooking, Chase? You could make a plantation out of there.”

“Oh, shut up.”

"Didn't know we’re regressing back to the 1890s.” He chuckles. “You’d make a lousy Victorian child.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes now, which earns her another smile. She walks away, letting Percy follow her to another stall.

“Well, what do you suggest I cook anyway?”

She was no cook like him. The only thing she can really cook is anything fried — eggs, sausages, bacon, fries, eggs, hotdogs, and oh, did she mention eggs ? Frankly, no one’s ever tried making her cook before and her parents were basically useless in the kitchen. She had lived most of her life on take outs until her team arranged a personal diet for her just so she could keep her figure. 

Percy smiles, taking her arm and walking her towards the next few stalls. 

“Here.” He handed her some cauliflowers and almonds, taking one for himself before paying another lady. Before Annabeth can protest, he’s dragging her to the wet market a couple of stalls away, choosing some of the salmon that’s been sliced and wrapped neatly in plastic. 

“I can pay.” 

“I know,” Percy says. “But I want to.” 

Annabeth tried protesting, but the boy is equally stubborn as her. The only thing she won against was when he’s offering to carry her bags for her, but other than that nada . When he’s just about satisfied with everything, he looks at her with a smile, taking the salmon in her hand.

“Here.” He says. “This one’s easy. You just have to bake this salmon and then do some cauliflower pureé, add some lemon, cook some jasmine rice if you want, and then just sear the skin after. Easy peasy.”

“That’s easy ?”

That apparently earned her a laugh, and it’s enough to get her by this Sunday morning, although knowing that Percy would want an update later on about her progress. She had to cook.  He bought it for her. She didn’t even know how to actually pureé— she never really tried. Did she even have a blender at home? 

“You don’t know how to, do you?” Percy was looking down at her, smiling. Normally, she hated men telling her she can’t do something that she could totally do with the help of simple Google . But Percy’s smile and the softness of his voice and the way he speaks left no mark that he’s talking about something that he clearly knows more. He could just easily tease her about it, make sly remarks telling her she can’t cook for shit, but his tone is nothing but genuine.

“I know how,” She pinches her nose. “Kinda. I mean I’m watching your season so at least I know what puree is.”

Admittedly, she knows the word way before that, but having a friend whose main goal is to watch all cooking shows and talk about it means having to hear that term every week of her life. 

He bit his lip. “And how far are you in the season?”

“Episode 7.” She says proudly.

He nods, but to Annabeth it felt almost like a sigh of relief.

“Well, lucky you, It’s my time to shine.” Percy smiles, walking ahead of her but looking back to see if she’s following.

“Like, what, are you gonna teach me?” 

“If you want.” He says, and added, “And when you’re free.” 

Annabeth considers. 

It’s Sunday and she doesn’t have anything to do right now. She could always prepare for her lines and reread, because tomorrow, the cast will have to go to the directors for script reading. The next few days there will be costume fittings, even more shoots, some gatherings with the crew, meeting Silena, and then, well a lot . 

“I’m free now.” 

Percy stopped in his tracks, looking at her. So maybe this is a date, she didn’t know. But god damn she wanted more time with him. She just couldn’t get enough of his presence, and that’s saying something because she’s never been like this to anyone. The way she really wanted Percy to demand more. She wanted for him to join her during Sundays and be in her apartment talking to her. She wanted him to take pictures of the garnishes in his station and tell her each and every detail about it. Hell, she wanted him to ask her what she was doing every time. She didn’t even know that’s possible, and maybe she’s gone crazy over a guy, but who cares? It’s Percy. 

“My apartment’s near here. I’ll teach you, if you want.” He bit his lip. Annabeth had nothing appropriate to say. 

“Yeah.” She says. “Sure.” 

She didn’t want to seem too enthusiastic, but she’s lying if the thought of being alone with him in his apartment didn’t create butterflies in her stomach, even if it’s as simple as being taught how to cook. 

They made their way up a few blocks, Annabeth making sure her head’s low enough not to get noticed by people, putting a scarf around her head as if someone’s going to take a picture of her. It always really pays to be prepared, after all. 

It didn’t take them long to get to his building, being greeted by the receptionist who hopefully didn’t see her face. Percy had been as respectful as ever, letting a good distance occupy the space between them. She just hopes he could understand, because Annabeth’s not ready for another dating allegation. They finally reached the eighteenth floor, turning to the right and getting hit by the ray of sun on the far end of the corridor. It didn’t take them long to find his unit, Percy opening the door for her as they walked in.  

She didn’t really expect anything, but she also didn’t expect it to be so… clean . Yet so Percy.

It was a loft type unit, to her close left there’s a wall full of cabinets and decorations, and to her close right is a spacious bathroom. There’s a half wall to her right in which you could see the whole kitchen — A kitchen isle, a good set of cooking supplies, countertops and stove tops, a big pantry, and a fridge that probably costs three thousand dollars. It’s probably every chef’s dream kitchen.

What really impressed her was the spiceology set. There’s probably over a hundred spices labeled and neatly set on a section of the wall, being illuminated by mini shelf lamps. 

Percy grins when he realized she was looking at it. 

“How many are those?” 

“Hundred eighty five, I think.” He beams proudly. “You should see the one in the Trident. It’s got around three hundred.” 

God forbid a man has a hobby, she guesses. Percy really somehow keeps surprising her even more, and it’s always a good yet nerdy surprise, which she really fucking likes about him. 

She walks towards the living room, greeted by the floor to ceiling window high chandeliers. There’s a television set on her left, a turntable atop the shelf, some plants, along with a computer near the glass window. She could see the many pictures of him with family members and friends, and different tourist spots around the world. On her right, there’s a couch above a big blue rag, and the stairs. The walls hang some of the movies she also likes, along with…

“Hey, that’s my movie.” She says, looking at the poster with her in it. 

He nods, standing beside her. “Yeah, I loved that story.”

“That’s not one of my more well known movies.” She comments. “But I really liked acting in that. It was amazing.”

They finally headed to the kitchen once more after chatting about it for a while. Annabeth felt very much at home, letting Percy place the groceries neatly on top of the counter. She hopped on one of the stools of the island table, sitting against him.

“Hey,” He raises an eyebrow. “ You’re cooking.” 

Annabeth grunts. “Can’t I just watch you cook?” 

Percy grins. “Come on. I promise I won’t get mad if you burn down my kitchen.” 

That was reassuring. 

It turns out it’s not that hard to cook when Percy’s with her. She couldn’t really do much with her heart beating louder whenever he’s near, but when he slices up the ingredients and just about did everything— cutting down the salmon into smaller parts, washing and cooking the rice, peeling the cauliflowers and getting the spices needed for her cooking. She had to stop herself from blushing when he decided to hook the apron over her head, tying a small ribbon behind her and generally being too near and very much inviting. 

His hands work fast with precision, and she could so easily watch him all day work, but she’s cooking and he’s just a bit bossy around the kitchen. She can see his gentleness, and how he tries his best to explain some terms that she didn’t know. Oftentimes, she doesn’t like men who mansplains things to her, but she realized she could just about let Percy talk all day about the difference between a beurre blanc and a beurre monte.  

The first thing she really did was get the blender and put the boiled cauliflower, letting Percy instruct her when it’s finished. He’d lean on the counter facing her and smiling, making Annabeth aware by just how close he is looking down at what she’s doing. It didn’t really take her much to get used to it, putting in the fresh chives and some garlic Percy wanted her to add. 

She didn’t like how a mini voice in her head’s saying she could live with this everyday—being in his apartment, calling him randomly at work, going to his restaurant and dining with him whenever she wanted. She’s lying if she said she didn’t think of him walking with her hand to hand and doing normal couple stuff, and maybe even joining her at her premiere. It’s only been three weeks, two when they really started talking and getting to know each other, and yet he made his way through so easily as if having some sort of secret key. 

It didn’t help that Percy is so damn near her and it’s driving her insane. She could just kiss him, just a quick peck on the lips, and maybe her mind will stop with all of the what-ifs. 

“What people really miss is the components.” Percy half whispers, guiding her hand to stir a small amount of butter. He was holding her hand as she stirs, which really left some tingling feeling on her.

“Hmm?” 

“Like for example,” Percy says gently. “A paella should never be spicy. And pho…you can put beef and rice noodles, but when you try to put anything but broth then that’s not really pho. That’s what makes you a good cook. You have to be aware of the ingredients.”

She’s very much aware of how close he is to her, almost breathing down her ear. 

“Like if you try putting on heavy cream or something.”

Percy was in between laughing and something else. “Okay, first of all that’s disgusting and an abomination, Annabeth.”

She chuckles too, just because his happiness is contagious and she’s really really happy by how close she is to him. 

Percy decides to get the sliced salmon on the counter, leaving her alone for a while and making her a bit sad. He starts seasoning it a little, and finally puts it on the oven but not before instructing her the proper temperature for it. Annabeth starts wondering why he’s still single— tall, handsome, green fucking eyes? A literal model and chef? She wonders why he still hasn’t picked someone from the pile of girls throwing themselves at him.

“Why aren’t you dating anyone?” 

“Hmm?”

“Are you?” 

Percy smiles. “Right now? No.” 

“Have you?” 

It was impossible for him not to have had one, at least. Well, not impossible impossible, but just straight up unbelievable anyway. 

“I have.” He nods. “Well, when I was seventeen I dated this girl but it didn’t work out. When I was eighteen I liked this girl and it turns out she’s a lesbian.” 

Annabeth laughs, despite herself. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He laughs too. “When I was nineteen, I saw this beautiful girl at the premiere of my then favorite movie, and she’s been my crush ever since.” 

Annabeth felt her heart sink a little, but she didn’t let him notice it. Having a crush on someone for six years is something she couldn’t compete with, especially if he’s interacted with her. 

“Explains why you’re a film enthusiast.” She comments. “So who is it? Dakotah Johnson? Scarlette Jo? Zendaya?”

Percy only laughs at her, getting the pureé out the blender and letting her plate it on the rice. 

“How far were you again in HK?” 

She didn’t know why that was relevant. “Episode seven?” 

Percy smiles. 

“To answer your question: no. None of the above.” He adds, “So yeah, I wasn’t really accomplished then. I was just starting Hell’s Kitchen, and she’s a great actress. She’s kinda been my inspiration, come to think of it.” 

Percy pauses. “Somewhere along the way I found what I really wanted to do in life and travelled the world and created my own restaurant. I promised myself that If everything succeeded, I’ll ask her out on a date.” 

Oh . 

“So would you?” She tries for a smile, but it probably ends up as a grimace. “Would you ask her out on a date?” 

 He looks at her from the counter. He had taken out the baked salmon now and placed it near her, gesturing for her to sear it.

“I will.” He grins. “If she wants to.”

Oh .

So his flirting really had been nothing but friendly gestures. 

“Have you interacted in any way?” She didn’t want to know the answer. How many celebrities had she seen on his instagram account? She tries to remember if there were pictures of celebrities on his feed and tagged photos. 

“Proud to say we have.” He was looking at her. “A couple of times, even.” 

She wanted nothing but to cry at the corner. Is Percy really like this with other girls, then? Is this his way of treating his girl friends? Flirting with them with someone else in mind? She didn’t even want to know if they still interact until now. She hated herself even more when the thought of asking him to just be his fuck buddy crossed her mind because well, he’s really goddamn attractive and she had to control her libido as much as her heart whenever he’s near. 

“Six years…Is she married now, with like, children?” She jokes.

“No.” Percy only laughs at her. “Well, we wouldn’t want that.”

“So it’s a big deal.” Annabeth finally says after searing the salmon while Percy guides her. All the butterflies seemed to dissipate, leaving her stomach empty with dread. Even the food doesn’t look as appetizing, and that was saying something because everything Percy plates is immaculate. 

“Hmm?” He says without looking up, wiping the plate as she puts on the garnish. 

“Like, she’s really your biggest crush ever since.” 

“Until now.” He nods.

“Okay.” 

“I mean,” he explains. “She’s just my crush then, and whenever I see her on a post I get really happy cause she’s really fucking beautiful. But when I had the chance to interact with her, I think I really really like her.” 

Oh . 

She didn’t know how many more oh’s she’s going to experience, but hopefully that will be the last. She doesn’t want to know anything else and that was enough information as it is. She could just be friends with Percy, that will still be nice, but then again it’ll just leave her heart aching for so much more. 

It didn’t take long and they’re finally eating, Percy wanting to sit next to her instead. The whole plate felt like it’s from a fancy fine dining restaurant and not her creation at all. She wanted to thank Percy for how delicious it was, but when she took her first bite, she could only ever utter incoherent words in satisfaction. He laughed at her, and they continued eating in silence for a while until he spoke.

“How about you?” He asks. “Have you dated?”

Annabeth looks at him to see that he’s already looking.

“Barely.” She says. “I had no time.” 

“I figured.”

“What does that mean?” She raises an eyebrow, which earns her a smile. 

“You look like a busy person.” He says, pouring her cup again with water. 

“Kinda.” She says.

They didn’t have much silence after that, Annabeth opening up with ease without even realizing it. Percy had been so gentle with her, talking and listening ever so intently, making jokes that will make grandmas laugh, and being so Percy that it hurts. 

They could be friends, sure. Annabeth considers the idea. It’s not a bad thing to flirt with your friends and maybe even hold their hand while cooking, is it? She could still talk to him deeply and still banter with him while they’re being friends, right? Maybe it’s not such a bad idea at all and maybe somewhere along the way she’d be his genuine friend without having deep feelings for him. She could move on while talking to him without him knowing and then maybe they could laugh it off years from now while having double dates with their respective partners. 

It was just after noon when she decided to head her way, although she didn’t want to. Although she could be stuck here for days for all she cares, she didn’t wanna overstay her welcome, wanting to leave a good impression. 

“Are you comfortable with me walking you home?” Percy asks, looking at her near the doorway. 

“I’d love to,” She says. “But…”

“Hmm?”

His hair was a little messier than before, probably from putting and getting rid of the apron. She could see the way his eyes twinkle like it always does, as if he doesn’t need to smile at all. She wondered how soft his lips are, or how nice it would feel to have his hands around her waist. It didn’t really help being with him for hours, her emotions feeling like it might explode any second.

They could be friends, right?

“The paparazzi would love that.” 

 He smiles. 

Oh .

They couldn’t . 

Before he could say anything after that, Annabeth was pulling his shirt and slamming her lips against his.

It didn’t help her that she’s equally as frustrated at him and his nice smile and his nice eyes and him being so goddamn attractive and her not having to know what to do about it. His lips tasted like heaven, and it’s just as soft as she imagined it to be. Annabeth’s heart had probably left her three seconds ago when she all but threw herself at him. She couldn’t even think properly, her brain deciding that it’s the right time to short circuit. There was the split second decision to think ‘ oh god what am I doing ’, before totally pulling away. 

Percy was looking at her, lips parting, in between confusion and surprise. 

“ Oh god .” She says, just as surprised as he was. “I’m sorry, I—” 

Before he can say anything else, and just to save some of her dignity left, she trudged down the hall and left, feeling so utterly miserable and leaving all of her chances with Percy Jackson behind. 

The night after that made her even more miserable. 

She’s stuck between wanting to call her friends and rotting in bed for the first time in a while. In the end, she decided to read her lines all over again, memorizing every scene until she knew the story behind it, letting her get lost within the 100 page script and trying to understand it as best as she could. Of course, there’s always Piper— but it’s not so easy to lie to her when she somehow knows a big part of her everyday life. She could tell her other friends that she just didn’t sleep well, or had some project she got rejected on, but ultimately lying to Piper’s face would have her telling the truth in no time. 

She didn’t even try looking at her messages, not wanting to know if Percy messaged her. If he did, what could it be? If he didn’t, then she’s generally fucked . Annabeth’s not the type to be impulsive, and usually she’s the one stopping the impulsive, but now somehow she just had to do that with Percy of all people. She could still remember the way his lips felt against her, and how much she wanted more . She blew away the chance of even being friends with him, and she’s so miserable knowing that he’s probably never talking to her again, thinking that she mistook his kindness for flirting. 

He likes someone else— that much she knew. He ‘really really’ likes someone else for six fucking years for Christ’ sake, and he’s going to date her. He told her that and she disregarded it by kissing him. 

After her not so engaging script reading, she tried watching a movie, realizing her heart’s not in it just five minutes in. Even films remind her of Percy, and that’s saying something , because she’s from the film industry. It was around 1 am when she decided to hit the bed, pulling her comforter and adjusting the temperature of her room. Usually, Annabeth’s with her friends during Sunday, dining out and living life like any normal twenty five year olds. Her weekdays are filled with a schedule she’s accustomed with, leaving no time to think and feel even a bit lonely. 

Until now, when she’s dreading Percy’s message rather than anticipating it with the usual butterflies in her stomach. She gives up and decides to look at her phone.

99+ messages, 22 emails. 

Some of the messages were from her favorite fans, or well, friends now come to think of it. The rest were from her team, her other friends, maybe from her dad and brothers, and…

Percy (6:12 PM): Annabeth?  

Annabeth nearly threw her phone. She groans, trying to focus on the notification in frustration, checking to see if there’s any more message that comes after. What does she even say? She can’t even think of a lame excuse to tell him. Sorry I got lost in the moment? Or Sorry there’s some pureé in your lips? He would never believe her. 

She wondered how she wouldn’t get used to not seeing his messages for the next coming days. Somehow, she’d gone as far as memorizing his general schedule, knowing how he wakes up at eight and heads to his restaurant at eleven just to make sure everything’s delivered before their two pm opening. He had sent her funny videos from tiktok at two am for some of the days, meaning he probably would be up until three later. Maybe she’ll eventually get over him, but oh god it would really really hurt her to know how many what-ifs had been left hanging, especially because Percy had been nothing but genuine to her. 

And she really had to take it for granted. 

Before she could sleep, or try to, her phone started ringing.

For a split second, she thought it was Percy, until the screen started showing Piper’s face. She sighs in relief.

“Hey,” she says glumly.

“Hiiii,” Piper says enthusiastically, probably drunk once more. “Aww, why do you sound like you’re dying? Anyway, I have some news that could be good news or bad news or just news depending on whichever you’d take it to be.” 

“Oh god what is it you did this time?”

Piper was quiet for a while, until. “Wh-What…You think I did something ? You’re worse than Leo.”

“No, It’s just that whenever you’re drunk, you’re kinda stupid. No offense.” 

“None taken.” She laughs. “So anyway, I’m not drunk.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” 

“But I’m watching Hell’s Kitchen right now. The one where Leo and Percy starred.”

On god, not another reminder from Piper herself. It was a great season, and there were lots of dramas among other chefs and if she were to have the time, she’d for sure binge all of it just because Percy was hot in it but equally great at cooking, still not missing any points from challenges, and he and Leo had such a great dynamic. 

“And?”

“You should watch episode 10. Promise, you won’t regret it. Like, I swear.”

She really didn’t wanna leave the bed and turn on her laptop. She’s exhausted as she is and tomorrow will make her even more exhausted. She can’t even begin to think of how she had to read her happier lines with such authenticity when she sounded like death. 

“I’m really not in the mood, Piper.” 

“Pretty please?” She says. “You totally won’t regret it, I swear. I watched it four years ago when I really didn't know Percy and I just somehow forgot about this. But, really, you should watch it.”

Annabeth groans, adjusting her position from the bed, contemplating whether it’s worth it to watch it knowing Percy will be there. Well, everything with Percy is worthy to watch, but really not now . 

“What about it, Pipes?”

“Just watch it, promise!” 

Annabeth heads out to her laptop, opening the device and mentally wanting to just sleep in and leave Piper in iicall, but she couldn’t do that now as the sleep had gone out of her system when she decided to walk away from bed. She opens the site, searching for the series and looking for season 17, where Percy had starred in. What did she say, anyway? Was it in episode 10? She finally saw the episode after much debate, rubbing the sleep in her eyes. 

“Okay, I’m here.” She sighs. The intro starts playing and the happenings after the elimination from the episode before that started. She could see Leo and Percy talking, Leo telling him something about how a member sabotaged another member, and all the drama follows. Percy’s one of the most liked, if not the most liked in the season being almost on par with Leo, but Leo is such a great contender that if she didn’t know who won she’d just as easily pick both of them, and that’s saying something because she’s really only in episode seven and they were battling head chefs . 

“Okay, go to 26:10. Trust me.” 

She did what she was told, going to 26:10. It was apparently them already in the kitchen cooking for another service. It was showing Percy and one other member, Micah, cooking entrees and talking to each other.

“ Look, hey, pst. Percy, look .” He was saying, but Percy is too focused on cooking meat . “ Percy .”

“ Percy come here, young man! ” Ramsay was saying. 

“ Heard, Chef! ” 

Annabeth had half expected him to get scolded by Ramsay, since people called to the pass usually were, but Ramsay only handed him a paper, leaving a cute startled Percy.

“ Our VIP had given you her number, Sheila Crawford over there , do what you will with that, ” Gordon laughs , ” Now go back to your station, and give me my filet!”

The scene transitioned to some girls in the VIP table looking and waving at Percy, talking to themselves and laughing. The camera pans to him and Micah once more. If Piper wanted to torture her, she could just say it, really. She didn’t need to make it seem so obvious that people actually were lining up on him. 

“Why did you even—”

“No wait! This is the best part!”

Micah was talking to him now, but Percy looked unfazed, still taking his time cutting the filet in half, satisfied. 

“ You didn’t even look at the number?” Micah asked. “Hardcore, man.”

“Not really interested,” Percy only mutters. “Now if it’s Annabeth Chase…” 

The scene cuts again to another transition—one where chefs were called in the room to have brief comments. Percy was looking good as ever being so damn near the camera.

“ You basically rejected Sheila Crawford in front of national TV.” The guy from behind the screen was saying. “What can you say about that, Percy?”

“Like I said,” Percy gave an apologetic smile. “She’s not Annabeth Chase?”

There was laughter behind the set.

“She’d been my crush since I saw her in the premiere of Ocean’s 8. Annabeth, if you’re watching this…Date me?”

Annabeth nearly fell out of the chair. 

It had been her ? After all this time, it was Annabeth ? She wasn’t totally sure of it, but given that he had said it’s a premier and if her math was right (which it always was), then that had been six years ago. But they really didn’t interact, did they?

Oh . 

Well, he was right, technically . 

Every ounce of wanting to sleep left her body. She felt like she just drank some redbull and coffee that should have killed her already. Piper was quiet in the background, and she’d already paused the video, looking at Percy’s dazzling smile in front of the camera and taking note of how different he looks now—a little bit tanner, gorgeous, more muscular— and still . She felt her stomach churn from anticipation, biting her lip and wanting to talk to him. She could just so easily go to his house right now at one am just to ask if she still had the chance. 

She sees Percy’s message, just the simple Annabeth in it, and she wants nothing more than to call him. He’s awake, for sure, given how he always somehow sleeps late, but at the moment, Annabeth didn’t mind it. Percy likes her. She felt very much unstoppable. 

“So?” Piper was chuckling in the background, probably thinking of endlessly teasing her about it. It didn’t help that she literally said they were ‘eye fucking’ and that they were very much in their own world when the party started. She didn’t know what to do, frankly, not knowing where to pick up the pieces after that…incident at the doorway. If she did call him, what was she even going to say? ‘ Hey, I finally watched your season and I realized you like me and we should totally date? She didn’t want to risk sounding stupid. 

“Yeah.”

“What do you think?” Piper asks, more genuine this time. 

“Can I call you back?” 

Clearly Piper didn’t expect her answer, not knowing Percy and Annabeth’s situation at the time, but she was very respectful and she appreciated that. When she did hang up, Annabeth was lost in thought once more.

She ended up pacing back and forth trying to think of something that she could say when she did end up talking to him. Tomorrow, she’ll be busy enough for the whole day, so she really couldn’t talk to him in person at the time. On Tuesday, she’ll have to get to her directors and finalize script reading and editing of some of the words if they need her to. Wednesday to Friday will have her finishing costume fittings and taking more photoshoots, but she’d be free on Wednesday night. They’d have to take her on the set of Hollywood the next few days after that, and she won’t really be back until Sunday next next week. If she did talk to him after all of these, would it still be the same for him knowing she ghosted him just like that? No. Of course not

Annabeth knows it’s now or never, and she’s very willing to walk to his apartment now if he’s still awake. She didn’t want to talk this through over text anyway, knowing that it would be more sincere over call. 

Maybe she could just call him. 

It took her a lot of time before she’s finally dialing Percy Jackson, looking at his picture that she saved some week ago. She doesn't even know if he’s awake, or probably looking at tiktok videos of dogs, but she’s willing to try at least. Annabeth knew he couldn’t hate her if she tried to wake him up, anyway. Percy’s just that kind of person. 

He answers on the third ring.  

“Annabeth?” 

His voice was heavy, and god damn was he sleeping? For a moment, Annabeth couldn’t remember how to breathe again having witnessed for the first time his sleeping voice. But she had a mission. 

“Hey,” She hesitates. 

“It’s like two am,” She can hear him yawn. “Are you okay?”

His voice was soft, like a whisper, and it was leaving great imaginations in her mind. Annabeth decides for a split second not to tell just yet about what she just witnessed. 

“I’m sorry.” She says, more genuine this time. Although knowing that it could be actually her (though not a hundred percent sure about it), she is sorry about having to kiss him and running away, because they’re friends and friends usually don’t do that. “I’m sorry I chickened out.” 

“Hmm?”

Before she could speak, he cut her off.

“Is that how the chicken crosses the road?” He laughs, the sound of his deep voice vibrating through her phone. Annabeth blushed, albeit being just slightly annoyed. 

“ Oh my god ,” She wished Percy could see her rolling her eyes on him. “ Stop .”

He laughs again, which somehow makes her smile, even though her head’s a bit fuzzy and she wanted to just slightly run away from this conversation and kiss him again. 

“What is it?” He whispers to her. 

“I was having my moment, Percy.” 

She can hear him sigh. There was a part of her that wondered how good it would be to have him in bed while they cuddled and kissed. It’s enough to make her want to keep going, albeit struggling to put her words into sentences— something even she couldn’t believe what she was saying. Annabeth was a stellar student, after all. 

“I wouldn’t want to stop you.” He says. “Please continue.”

She can also see him smile if she thinks about it.

“You know how I didn’t pay anything earlier? And then, somehow they didn’t charge at your resto?”

Percy didn’t say anything. She half expected him to be disappointed, realizing they didn’t actually pay. In her defense, Piper said she’d be paying. She braces herself to hear some disappointing remark, not at all angry because Percy had never been angry at her, but maybe at least a hint of being disappointed. Maybe even telling her she can pay some other day.

“You paid there.” He chuckles.

“ Liar .”

“With your face card.” 

If Annabeth wasn’t blushing before, she’s obviously blushing now. She didn’t even know why she was dreading this conversation— Percy had always listened to her intently, but he wouldn’t be the type of guy to be so angry at her. He’d always been calm for her without getting rid of his funny and entertaining qualities. 

“Stop flirting and listen to me,” She says with just a bit of demand, but she couldn’t hold her laugh either. He can hear his chuckles over the telephone. She wonders if he likes being on the right side of the bed, or if he likes spooning, or maybe facing each other. 

“Yes, Annabeth?” He finally says.

“Do you like me?” 

It was quiet for a long time, the sound of the ac filling up the silence and making her overthink for just a little bit.

“I thought it was very obvious.” 

She sighs mostly to herself, relief flooding through her veins. She had to stop her heart from beating too loud, and although she wanted nothing more but to see him, she had to wait for a bit. Annabeth wonders if it’s better to talk to him in person, where she could just kiss him again, but for now hearing his voice— sleepy voice , in fact— is perfect.  

“I mean,” She whispers. “I didn’t really know. I wasn’t really sure if you were just like that.” 

He hums. “Just like what?”

“Flirty with friends?”

Percy laughs, and it’s enough to really get rid of the remaining spike in her heart. 

“I’m not,” he promises. “That’s why I was asking if you’ve watched it, you know?” 

He pauses.

“Then you would know just how much I liked you.” And adds, “Well, like .”

Before she can lose her courage once more, and because his voice is equally as intoxicating as that of hard liquor, Annabeth finally readies herself to open up the question, and what she initially planned to do anyway. She didn’t even care if the Paparazzi would see them, and that was saying something, because she didn’t really like people pairing her with anyone. 

Percy just had that pretty face that made a lasting impression.

“Percy?” She quietly says.

“Hmm?”

“Date me.” 

She could almost see him smile again, and she imagines how it would feel to kiss him while he’s at it.

“Straightforward, I see.” He hums.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

Because she’s getting just a little bit impatient, she half wanted to go to his house at an ungodly hour and maybe continue kissing him again. The way he speaks to her and the way he makes her feel is something akin to heaven. It’s making her crazy being so near and not having to do anything about it. Percy Jackson’s making her insane, and she's never felt anything like this with anyone. 

“Can I back out?” 

“I wouldn’t want you to.”

Percy laughs. 

“Do I get to have another kiss?”

He could get as many kisses as he likes. Annabeth was completely at his mercy. 

“Maybe.”

There was silence, as if he’s contemplating answering, but the way he smiles and chuckles at her and being fully aware of what he’s doing makes her feel so relieved, and only excited for the next coming days. 

“Then it’s a yes.” 

99+ Messages, 12 emails. 

From: @ [email protected]  

 

The Trident

07th Avenue, Manhattan, New York 

+01 212 818-1011

 

Dear Annabeth Chase, 

 

I would like to formally invite you to an evening of exquisite cuisine premiering a ten-course meal with the side of thoughtful conversations and exceptional company. Should you wish to accept, we will be dining at the Trident, renowned for its culinary artistry and seemingly hot head chef :).  

We offer a very exclusive, one-of-a-kind dining experience featuring a live band solely catered to your taste, a liquor of any kind, and a handsome date with a lot of jokes up his sleeves. Feel free to request any types of cuisine you love.

I look forward to enjoying your presence and company throughout the evening. 

Date: October 15, 2025 (Wednesday)

Time: 7 PM

Location: the Trident, Manhattan

Attire: Anything you’re comfortable with ;)

 

P.S. No need to be wary of the paparazzi, I closed the restaurant for us. 

P.P.S. Bring me my kiss? 

 

Sincerely Yours, 

Percy Jackson

Head Chef and Owner

It was months later when news circulated about them dating, headlining on some local newspapers and trending on different social media sites. Annabeth’s finally relieved about Silena’s approval to basically just let them out in public, after numerous speculations have reached online when pictures of them in Leo’s party got uploaded, one from a shot while they were walking a few blocks from Friars, and some more when they were out or partying with friends. 

It had achieved a significant amount of positive reactions from friends and fans, much to her surprise, as their combined name trended all over her page. She can still remember some of the comments that absolutely made her laugh, and Percy’s equally embarrassed when she finally made him see it ( he’s still a little traumatized from Annabeth showing him his edits).

@anidiotsandwich : I love it when hot people date hot people

@perseusfangirl : oh god as someone who knows that percy liked her FOR YEARS. I have no chance !! 

@sacagaweadump : OH FUCK YEAH finally thank you LORD (free food)

@obviouslynotleo (✔️) : don’t be shy piper we know it’s you

@imn0tahater : CAN PERCY FIGHT

@minxxs014: if they break up i’m killing myself

When they headed out of Piper’s party that night, finally hand in hand, Percy holding her bag and being the gentleman that he is, escorting a slightly drunk Annabeth to the passenger seat, she was just about ready to face the world once more— but now, with Percy on her side. 

He was driving now— looking good while he’s at it, and she wanted nothing more than to be at home with him by her side, hopefully watching a movie, and kissing, a lot of kissing, or maybe even more. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” She asks.

“Hmm?”

The radio was playing something, some pop song she heard sometime ago, and he’s humming the song while focusing on driving, one of his hands ever so slightly holding hers. He really does look like a god. He could just be mistaken as such, but then he smiled at her and created another joke that made her roll her eyes once more, and she realized he’s still Percy. Her Percy, by the way. 

“Did you know,” she slurs. “That I didn’t even usually buy at Friars? I just hoped you would be there just so I could see you. Because I get what I want, and I really really want you.”

Percy laughs, looking at her and her drunken stupor. Maybe she’d regret this in the morning, but it’s worth seeing his smiling face. 

“And so even though you liked me way before I liked you,” She continues. “ I’m the real mastermind.” 

The music keeps playing in the background, and Percy’s still looking at her. 

He smiles. 

“I’m sure you are, Annabeth.” 

I only threw this party for you

I was hoping you would come through (It’s true, It’s true)

Only threw this party for you

I only threw this party for you (for you, for you) 

I’m about to party on you

Watch me, watch me party on you

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

procrastinated finishing my other fanfic and created this fanfic over annabeth having sub energy because shes just a girl <3 instead

u guys ever just , "wait piper and annabeth is really funny in this fic" and realize you created their dialogue in your head while making a draft over a stupid orthographic projection because i'm an engineer helping my seniors to build a fucking building but im just a girl too :((( i cant do this anymore

and if i make them fuck if i continue this story who's stopping me

I APPRECIATE COMMENTS AND KUDOS IF U LIKE IT 🥹🥹🥹

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 16 of With Love, From Different Worlds: A Series of Percabeth AUs